Sight For Sore Eyes

Sight For Sore Eyes

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After years of drowning in that damned house, Kou finally got away. Moving to Chicago with the savings he had, he got himself his own apartment and a job to keep up with his living expenses. Did he miss "home"? No, of course not. Every time he thought of it it only made him love Chicago more. He was content with making a small amount of friends and living problem-free. That was until she came along. The miserable, unpredictable, impulsive, and strangely lovely Eleanor. Now, for the first time in his life he's being held responsible for someone other than himself. An emotional train wreck from the start, for once in his life Kou is unprepared for something that is full of optimism and pessimism simultaneously.
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Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

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